Park Slope

There are places in my past I return to when the present feels like too much to handle. I walk its beaches in my mind, hear the surf massage the shore, smell the sandy heat, gaze out into darkness at fishing boats lit like fireflies in the night. I am in southern Pacific Mexico. I […]
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Ruminator’s note: Sometimes how a book is written is in itself a story that bears retelling. One such story is the one that resulted in my novel. The journey that led to my novel, released this spring, began thirteen years ago, shortly after I remarried. I was a reporter for The Associated Press about to be […]
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As I head down to Brooklyn today (Thursday) for the second stop on my book tour — a small bookstore in Park Slope — sepia-tone snapshots drift through my mind. I think of the neighborhood I lived in for twelve years, starting in 1989. Park Slope was where I healed from chemo, and my operations. […]
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(Ruminator’s note: As a special teaser, I hereby present the second chapter of my novel, The Opposite of Everything, which hits bookstores this month) Chapter Two Plotnick met his wife three years earlier in Times Square. It was 1993, before New York City banned smoking in […]
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Thirteen years after I wrote the first page, my book arrived in the mail the other day. I weighed it in my hand. Smelled the paper. Flipped all 254 pages, words blurring past. Gazed at the cover image of a yin-yang symbol rendered in clouds. A feeling washed over me. I couldn’t believe this thing […]
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